Nabokov's interview. (12) The Sunday Times
[1969] brings "a disappointed
lepidopterist's ditty"
It's a long
climb
Up the rock face
At the wrong time
To the right
place.
There is a blog called "North of Onhava" by a writer named James
Greer, with a photograph of Lake Geneva with a few
ducks (not swans), carrying exactly the same lines of Nabokov's
ditty. I tried to find a direct reference to him or an indication for such
a "zemblance," but got nowhere. Actually, the theme seems to be "nowhere",
a mirror image of an utopia perhaps...
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